Daniel on Having a Celly

“high hopes for the kid. Due to my classification, all my cellies need to be approved through the ‘higher ups.’ I’m very selective on who I chose (sic) to associate with, let alone live with, and as of now, I’m in no immediate rush to find a celly.”

I admit he sounds a little snooty there, but who can blame him for not wanting to spend twenty three hours a day with a possible J-Cat?

An inmate’s cell is his sanctuary.

Also, no one wants to be sitting on a toilet when someone else is sleeping in a bed right next to you!

You don’t want to be the person on the toilet or the person on the bed. It’s a lose-lose.

He and his last celly got along well though. They kept different schedules. Daniel is a night owl (as am I), so he finds his quiet and privacy late at night when most everyone else is sleeping.

I think that would be one of the ways that I’d survive being locked up. Not that I’m planning to go to prison in the future.

My Little Freedoms

Watching sports through the bars of his cell – one of the ways Daniel fills his time.

My cell is currently a 12×8 aquarium minus the water and cool toy treasure chests which spew out air bubbles… cheap bastards! :-) J/K The floors are concrete, but I installed carpeting (no joke). I have a small table and stool, a combination toilet and sink, a 7.5×3 single bed and a glass window that looks out into the dayroom area. I can see the TV (which is in the dayroom) from my cell, but I have difficulty hearing it. It’s mostly on Sports — I’m actually watching Notre Dame @ Florida State College Football Game now. I currently

I enjoy my little freedoms.

I have a door on my bathroom. My sink and my toilet are not a combined unit.

If I don’t like what’s on TV, I change the channel, or put on a DVD, or watch Netflix, or turn it off.

I listen to music. There aren’t any radios or music players allowed at the OC Jail. Imagine that the only time you can hear The Beatles is when someone sings a horrible cover of “Let it Be” on American Idol.

I can choose my own companions or I can choose to be alone (I do have two kids, so admittedly “alone time” is limited, but still…)

I can eat what I want, when I want (aside from the whole keeping thin and healthy business).